How Miramis joined our family

My kid brother was born a special needs child. He started talking late, and he has never talked much. However, one day, he turned up at the dinner table. It was grandma's dinner table, and he wanted to show grandma what HE wanted. In his hand, he held the "Small Animal Raiser's Press", and he was holding it so we could see what was on the front page. "A raaabitt!" he said, beaming. We were all a bit surprised. Did he in fact know, that this was a real animal, alive and all? And Yours Truly was thinking: Heck, we eat rabbit once or twice a month! It is among our parents' favorite dishes!
Dad ordered a special wooden pen. I was surprised about his generosity. Yours Truly and the other siblings only got homemade stuff, ranking from a toy rifle to a tree house. However, the pen for the rabbit was a mail-order article, custom made and with the EU seal of approval.
The rabbit was mainly black but also had some white patches. My brother named him Miramis. A nice name for a rabbit. Dad introduced my brother to his new duties as a pet owner, which included gathering fresh herbs every day and cleaning out the pen every week. Mom or Yours Truly would also give him vegetable waste from the kitchen.
I still remember the first time we were supposed to eat rabbit after that. And for the main course…I wiped my wet hands on my kitchen apron…
Rice pudding! Full of ricey sweetness, served hot with sugar and cinnamon!